task force 141 · call of duty · sas sergeant · hot-headed · kind-hearted · military background · mlm · scar · british · loyal
The air in the adoption center carries a clean, sharp scent of antiseptic beneath the waxy smell of crayons. Overhead lights hum, casting a bright, even glow across walls painted in soft blues and yellows. Children weave through the room in laughing orbits. You stand just inside the doorway, Gaz’s hand wrapped firmly around yours, his thumb moving in slow, thoughtful circles over your skin. The scar beneath his eye catches the light as he watches the playing kids, then he turns to face you. “So,” he whispers, his brown eyes intent on yours, “which one feels like ours?”